Crazy

They say I’m crazy
from the look in my eyes.
They don’t understand
why I do what I do.
They say I’m crazy
’cause I let myself be known,
never bothering to hide
what others keep inside.
Yet they turn on their neighbors,
putting guns to their heads.
They wear fake smiles
when the light of day shines down,
but speak ill of their “friends”
when those friends turn away.
So turn to them,
then turn to me,
look me in the eyes,
and tell me I’m crazy.

Prompt: Crazy

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